[ When he hears something about the offer of dance lessons, Claude's immediately intrigued. This isn't the first party they've had a chance to attend over the last few months, and the one at Lunar Pond had been so much more informal. The gala they've been invited to doesn't sound like it'll be terribly formal, but - it all sort of reminds him of something from Fodlan on the surface. Lessons imply the same, but maybe it won't be like the noble dances he remembers which hold no competition to the ones he grew up with.

Only one way to find out. He follows whatever instructions are given in search of the lessons and even has the good fortune of seeming to arrive just as someone else is leaving from their own instructions. ]

Looks like I'm just in time to ask - may I have this dance?

[ Complete with a bow straight from Fodlan's etiquette, played purposefully and humorously stiff in light teasing of the whole tradition and purely for Caitlyn's entertainment before he straightens up with a grin. ]

From what I remember from home that's the first step in everything. Best to be rather polite and all to make a good impression, or whatever it's for.